We’ll drink wine
from your glass of dread,
host hellions, and sing spells
of full moon absolution.
Type finger words talk across our skin
in little barbs tongue twisted
into faux humor until sneers
grind our smiles
into weapons.
If hell has a candle, we’ll bring a match.
Oh and it’s BYOB (bring your own brimstone.)
©Susie Clevenger
2018
